In the seventeen years we have lived in Anderson's Bay, I have only ever sat here at the Plunket Rooms rest area twice ... says something about taking time perhaps.
with my overdue library books in a Kyoto plastic shopping bag that was looking a long way away from home.
Just around the corner, the bus-stop paintings depicting Scottish crests and shields.
Some more of the paintings on the walls of the Anderson's Bay bus-shelter.
(Co-incidentally, as I write this, on tv is a documentary about the London blitz during World War Two, with references to the bomb shelters called 'Anderson Shelters').
On I plodded to the Book Bus, where I chose far too many books.
While there I overheard a very elderly husband and wife chatting to the librarian- driver. They put me in mind of that song / verse, 'The wee, wee man and the wee, wee woman ...' How does that go now? Anyway, the woman was saying in quavery little voice, "Of course the nature of a man's work means that they have far more time to read than a woman does". (I presume she means once you have retired?) I must say, when we get to that stage, I plan for a fair share of any workload between Robert and myself.
Before they toddled off down the stairs (I was glad that it wasn't a windy day; I think if it was they'd both be in real danger of getting blown away!) I heard the wife ask her husband if he was sure he had enough Westerns. For some reason, the thought of that tiny, frail old man reading Westerns made me smile.